Sitting in a barn waiting for the storm to pass.

Today I had one interesting day. Well, most all my days come to think of it are pretty interesting, but this day in particular had something different about it.  Allow me to explain.  When I woke up this morning, like every morning, seemed like normal. As usual I eat breakfast and go out my morning routines, and feel an urge of doing something i'd normally wouldn't do.  Sense I am recently unemployed and have no desire what so ever to find a job.  I would like to get out of the house for two reasons: One being that it was a nice overcast day and the other, to not feel like I'm be idle around my step dad, Bruce. Now Bruce works from home and owns a drywall company.  He seems to ever leave the house, so I feel that I am always walking on eggs shells when ever I set foot up stairs.  I am not sure how he feels about me not having a job, but I can imagine, Bruce being a workaholic, while he is sitting in his front office and listening to the TV that I am watching in the other room.  I am sure it's frustrating.  I wouldn't know.  So this initially got me out of the house and set me on my day journey.
At first I wasn't sure what my journey entailed, but I quickly brain stormed and a solution spurge, I thought of borrowing Bruce's bike.  Now in the past I normally ask permission but I felt I'd have it back before anyone would notice, which turned out to be true.  I hopped on the bike and made my way down the road.  There was a chill in the air and a slight breeze, but that didn't bother me much, for I was on a journey.  I decided to make the trip to the gas station in Farmington.  I'd say it was maybe 10 miles a way from my house, not a big deal at all. When I got there I was a little parched and went inside to grab a drink and quicly came back out.  Jumped on the bike and decided I'd go further south away from my house.  This decision came quick without much thought and I was totally for it.  I soon was on Main Street in Farmington, when I noticed off to the west horizon there was a massive storm approaching.  I didn't really think about it too much because it was quite some ways away.  So I kept pedaling to my hearts content.
This was more of a joy ride than a exercise trip but it killed two birds with one stone.  I kept a good past for myself.  Riding threw Farmington definitely is nice and highly recommended, because there is hardly any traffic and has a gorgeous vista looking out over the Great Salt Lake.  Utah is place for joy riding I kid you not.  As I was marveling at the old homes and looking out over the farm lands I couldn't help but notice that the storm was approaching faster than expected.  It had me a little worried because i didn't not dress for rain or anything of the sort.  But what can I do? I kept riding regardless of what was to come.
Sometimes when I am walking or riding Bruce's bike, it gives me the time to get in deep thought about the world around me and think about how people, themselves,  perceive the world.  I thought about how many people love their large homes and big green yards as I was passing them.  And many saturdays they spend on maintaining them. And also how they like to manipulate the land around them for there own liking.  Why are people this way? Is it some sort of denial that they feel they need to control their surroundings and in-return they feel they have control of themselves?  I know they love nature as much I do but to me it seems that more and more they are pushing themselves further and further away from it.  And then I thought deeper, maybe it's because they are not living honestly. When I say not living honestly, I mean, not living the way they should or want too.  Instead of loving the land, they want to own the land, and then destroy it.  If I took a poll of how many individual in Davis county work outside to those who don't, I think I would receive a majority of people who don't work outside and work in offices or what I like to call "caves."  This is the american dream:  work in a cave and you'll be able to buy land, destroy it, build a massive home, be in debt your whole life, live idly, think not of any other living creature around you, and slowly become detached from nature but sometimes visit nature when you have time.  I can't live that way.  This is why I have no interest in finding a job because of this cycle of detachment.  This thought of mindlessness pervades my mind all the time.  What can I do but keep riding my bike and trying to put it past me.

As I got to Centerville and noticed the storm over head was moving faster then any storm that i've ever seen.   These clouds were dark and low to the ground.  It looked as if God's hand were stirring a pot of boiling hot tar and was about to throw it on the mountain side to destroy it.  I stopped on Parish Lane, downtown Centerville, just to get a better look at what was brewing over head.  Looking around to see if anybody else was witnessing this spectacular display, like i was, nobody else seemed to noticed or even care about what was happening.  All people I saw where in their cars, driving by detached as usual, probably listening to music or talking on their cell phones unaware of what was happening above their heads.  I thought then popped into my head, and made me think of how people in the past working out in their fields would perceive this storm. I can imagine them gathering up there tools and running for shelter.  Sitting in a barn waiting for the storm to pass. Pleased to not be working and enjoying each others company or perhaps planning what they should have for dinner.  Now instead, nobody notices it or is thinking about themselves or appointments they need to make with people they don't care about or calling someone that they don't care to talk too.  How sad have we become when a beautiful storm rolls in and it goes unnoticed.
Fortunately for me, I remained dry with a few specks of rain on my clothes and better understanding of life.

Egypt's Triumph

Oh how much I do enjoy the world around me.  I am still finding things that excite me about it everyday.

The news about the middle east has brought me tremendous joy. Especially that of Egypt's courage and strength.  Egypt has done something most people dream of in their lifetimes to happen. They have successfully taken back the their country, from a autocratic regime, but it isn't time to celebrate or congratulate them just yet.  Egypt is at the cusp of a change and this change can go ether way.  They have started a non-violent revolution of sit ins and various demonstrations at city's central square, and have stayed there sense it first began.  I know little about all the details that are going into the creation of their new government, but I only hope that in emulates the spirit of their non-violent beginnings.

I strongly feel that non-violence is the only way of getting positive solutions done right.  Only love can create love, and Egyptians have truly exposed such forces.  I highly encourage everybody in the middle east and throughout the world to look towards Egypt's example of non-violence and learn from it.  I am so glad to have witnessed non-violence being practiced and implemented during my life and hope to see more in the future.  I maybe an outsider to the troubles of the middle east, and my directions may sound supplemental, but understand this: love your enemies as your neighbors and everything will turn out the way God envisioned.  My brothers and sisters of Egypt, may God bless you and give you the strength, during a time of hardship and struggle for a better life!